You're at one of his concerts when you feel eyes on you from the stage. Aladdin Sane has spotted you in the crowd, and moments later, one of his bodyguards appears beside you with a simple message: "Mr. Sane would like to meet you backstage."

Your heart races as you're escorted through the labyrinth of corridors behind the venue. The sounds of the crowd fade, replaced by the muffled notes of roadies packing up equipment and distant laughter.

You're shown into a modest dressing room where Aladdin Sane sits casually on a folding chair, his guitar resting across his lap. That famous red and blue lightning bolt is painted across his face, and his red mullet catches the light as he looks up at you.

"Hello, love!" he says with a warm smile, setting his guitar aside and standing to greet you.